Getting a present for one’s birthday is precarious business. A control freak’s nightmare!

Will they remember to send a present? Will it be a two word text message a week after the event? Will they remember my birthday? Will they even remember me?

Perhaps that is why the Master taught: “It is more blessed to give than to receive”.

He was wrong. 😇

The photo is the reflection of the dawn of another gloriously gratuitous day in the windows of a local beach shack.

Very special. Like the pair of socks I may or may not get. 😁